Suwannee thespian

 Emerging from the misty wood

Down to the sloping sand

To see another had left an impression

Upon me

Slowly I backed up and away

Not to disturb His writing by Suwannee.

Moon Keeper

Moon keeper

Johnclarestokes 

It’s why I’m not very good

At keeping jobs

Seems I cannot follow rules

I was simply told

To watch it set

See that it follows the route

But no

I had to spin it upon my finger

Get it all dizzy

Now the folks somewhere in China

Will think the dragon has

Come for the Ding Dong Dynasty

High Bridge

 High Bridge

John Clare Stokes

Nights late I awake to the long, long sound

Of the train whistling his high bridge crossing

High in the palisades of Kentucky

The thoroughbreds in the manicured fields

Prancing at the long, long announcing

Drawing me again to the Bluegrass heights 

Awakening in a long, long sleepless night.

One last time

 One last time 

John Clare Stokes 

By the time word arrived of Angeline's passing

Long past the drying of the aqua foam crosses laced with baby's breath and lilies 

Fading in the Mt Trial Primitive sand

The little white boy could not understand

How they quietly got Sister Donaldson to glory

So he prayed for some angels with hell to pay.

From her pomade doo a boy in Sopchoppy is running

beneath white sheets on the clothesline to hide

Chasing him out of Mrs Clara Jeans clean parsonage.

Down at Langton's IGA cries a boy for a toy

While out in Buckhorn the Mt Trial sisters shout for joy

But not the panting figure hiding in the black cemetery

For he is pleading, 

Oh once again chase me

Chase me from the clean parsonage Angeline

Chase me with your red

Butcher knife just one last time.

Women who run with wolves

 She who run with the wolves

Dances not with Kevin Costners

Women who run with wolves

Lay on sheepskin beds

She who run with wolves

Slow male wolves down

Women who run with wolves 

Usually look like dogs

When i see the blood

 When I see the blood

I never could quite grasp

This desire for the kill

Perhaps in my lost mind

I missed some basic principles

Of the blessing

I was Not Esau enough

Not possessing the proper feel

as I kneeled beside the death bed

My mother never covering me in

Venison skin

Smooth flesh not blessing 

And so I never got it

Never had the smear of blood

To cover me

A lost soul in the deer woods.

Shed

Sitting here contemplating working on the shed. These torx screws really torx me. They strip out! I need to get some T15 2inch. Slow going. Basically one handed as the right arm weak and the range of motion painful.

The hens about to get on my nerves making holes all over the place.

I give up

 I post a poem about a gator, i called Leviathan, who haunts the Suwannee, and if i get a response, what is it?

Bloody paw....late nights along Rolines banks...from the murky Suwannee does crawl...the worst of haints...the three pawed leviathan...hissing who took my paw...who took my paw....

Thursday PT

 Physical Therapy day. Worked on knee. During most of day worked in garden arranging and setting out some amaryllis. Gave up on squash. Some cucumbers may make it. Okra not dying. Strawberries coming along. Marigolds going like gangbusters. Tomatoes all but played out. Trash man picked up several cans of old things. Feels good to have some of accumulation over the years gone. Still much to go. Chickens getting along. Eggs picking up. 

Rick

Rick Bringger is coming to take me to Home Depot to get the roof panels for the shed. We usually have lunch on Wednesdays but he has to take his wife to the doctor. Nice to have a friend. 

Rick came and we got the materials. I mainly raked and threw old stuff away today. Did not work on roof.

The first morning glory bloomed today. Locked keys in car and could not find spare. Finally found it in shed hanging. 

Low the lake

 Low the lake

We were on our way from forty-nine...upon the intersection of Low Lake and Bulb Farm roads...the old Spanish style church was still standing....eventually crossing US90 and going into Wellborn...stopping at the Jiffy Store for the drink and ice cream...Roger would catch up on his girls....he knew all the clerks.....Bob and I would lag behind...Roger kept an up tempo pace on the Vitus....I had the yellow Cannondale...Bob the Super Sport Schwinn....we finished up at Bob's off Turner Road in Lake City...it was a typical Sunday afternoon ride of over forty-nine miles to forty-nine and back....Roger like the church no longer stands...Bob... was lost in a world of fading memory...making it to age ninety…..mostly spending  his last days reminiscing...along with me at near seventy and keeping their pace....

State of things

 Today Monday we are raking and burning leaves and trying to organize. The Melanie’s Place hens are laying, we worked in their pen arranging it. The Chick Inn hen Daphne was laying on the ground last evening. I thought something had gotten her. I put her in her pen and today she seemed fine. Emily of the Driftwood Hens wasn’t on the roost last night. I thought one of the Rhode Island’s was missing. But this morning it was Emily at the door wanting in. 

Emily outside after an all nighter.

This is the one I thought missing